This corgluume is so pretty that I wanted to draw this creature
Here's a short meeting --- I stood by the balcony every night always watching the moon change phases. The way it lights up the dark amongst the stars and drapes the night with its faint glowing curtains. I couldn’t help but be mesmerized that I decided to sew its lovely majesty into a tapestry.
Each night, I set up my table next to my windows where I can see the moon nestled on the branches of the tree in my garden. I stare with awe and then imagine its lovely form as I sewed details before the night disappeared. Every phase, I had it stitched and every time I was done, I felt like the moon was looking at my masterpiece.
One night as I was almost done with the final phase, the full moon, I felt something watching me as I stared at my final work. At first I shrugged it off, but a rattle from the tree branches beckoned me to look. I stared at the moon again at its fullest peak and form and there I saw a shadow morphing. I rubbed my eyes, after all.. I had less and less sleep due to my dedication to form a tapestry in honor and to capture the beauty of the moon.
The cold howl of the wind flowed through my window and into my room. I saw a peculiar owl now in front of me. Its three eyes, glowing like the moonlight, stared at me curiously. It hopped to my work. Its claws carefully touched the threads as it stared intently at my final work. Its skin, white as snow, its yellow dotted markings on its face shone like the binding crown of stars. It crooned. “Who are you? No.. what are you?”
The beautiful creature’s eyes only glinted as it paws at my work. Its stare of pride seemed familiar.
“Do you like it?” It clicked. An agreement but it paws the empty center of the tapestry. “Wait.. do you want me to make you there?” It flapped its wings as it crooned.
“I see. I could make you the center of my masterpiece.” It puffed its feathers on its chest high and fluttered its wings with pride. I chuckled amusedly.
“Do you have a name?” It tilted its head high.
“I see. Will you allow me to call you.. Lune? Umbra? . . . Lunumbra?” It chirped at the last name. Lunumbra, it is.
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Little did narrator know that Lunumbra will be a masterpiece and a friend. A prideful beautiful one that is.
OHHHHHHHH HOLDING SO SO SO GENTLY
Lunumbra has found great fascination with you! They have chosen to stay by your side.
